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The dreary second chapter of Pirates of the Caribbean.
By Dana Stevens
Posted Thursday, July 6, 2006, at 5:23 PM ET
It would take more than just one bottle of rum to while away the 150-minute running time of Pirates of the Caribbean: Dead Man's Chest (Disney). The movie itself is a kind of treasure chest, albeit one so crammed with baroque visuals and tangled chains of plot that you have to sift through its overabundant contents in search of the odd pearl. In fact, if not for the running commentary offered by the obliging 8-year-old on my right, I'd have had no idea what was going on, as the movie depends heavily on in-jokes and references from the previous installment, The Curse of the Black Pearl—a movie I always meant to see, as soon as I felt sufficiently seaworthy. That day somehow never came.
Para ler em Slate.com - Movies
Pirates of the Caribbean: Dead Man's Chest
Editorial Review - Desson Thomson
In "Pirates of the Caribbean: Dead Man's Chest" Will Turner (Orlando Bloom) is dispatched to steal Jack Sparrow's (Johnny Depp) mystical compass, which is believed to lead to the chest containing the soul of Davy Jones. And Elizabeth Swann (Keira Knightley) stows away as a man aboard Sparrow's ship to find fiance Will, who's presumed lost. When she becomes suddenly, instantly attracted to Sparrow, there seems to be no rhyme or reason except the obvious: The two most beautiful marquee names in the film clearly must kiss. It's the money shot.
Para ler em The Washington Post - Movies
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